Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 692 - 672: Is He a Possessive Maniac?
Perhaps it was for this reason that Nie Yixiao steeled his heart and pulled the continuously crying Jiayi into his embrace.
His lean body carried the scent of antiseptic from the hospital ward, mixed with his own signature refreshing and elegant charm that bewitched hearts.
She once relied on his scent so much.
She felt as if, as long as this man was by her side, she had nothing to fear in the world.
For a moment, she was in a daze, just like when she was a child who had fallen or felt wronged, letting him console her in various ways.
At the slightly ajar door of the hospital room, the attendant looked worriedly at the man who had just arrived, his face gloomy and forbidding, and said with trepidation, "Boss..."
Huo Zhenyang remained silent, but the coldness in his eyes silenced the attendant.
Only when the man and woman in the hospital room parted did the attendant finally let out a sigh of relief.
Nie Yixiao still needed to rest, so Jiayi didn’t dare to disturb him any longer. She stood up, lowered the hospital bed for him to lie down, and then, with the warm water bottle she had brought in earlier, walked out of the ward.
Upon lifting her gaze, she saw, seated like a towering figure on a bench in the hospital corridor, a silhouette clad in black, the sharp contrast with the white walls strikingly apparent.
His gaze was cold and piercing, shining intensely upon her, like a torch illuminating a person.
After several days of tireless vigil at the hospital, her hair scarcely combed and her clothes barely changed, dark circles hung beneath her eyes, and her little face was haggard and pale. She had lost considerable weight, appearing utterly exhausted.
The attendant stood next to the man, not daring to breathe heavily, making significant eye contact with Jiayi and then glancing at the hospital room.
She hadn’t expected him to come, and assuming he had seen her intimate behavior with Nie Yixiao just moments before, her heart skipped a beat. Trying to muster her spirits, she stepped forward and said, "You’ve come..."
Before she could finish, her wrist was suddenly grasped, and she was forcefully pulled forward.
She stumbled a few steps, and the warm water bottle, unable to withstand the shock, clattered to the ground.
"Look at what you’ve become!"
Disheveled, running back and forth like a nanny.
Hadn’t he instructed Auntie Li to take care of her meals and drinks, hadn’t he ordered attendants to arrange her daily life, hadn’t he hired a nurse to replace her in caretaking Nie Yixiao?
His doted-on wife, yet these past days she had been serving another man with such zeal!
She was aware of his displeasure, yet she also felt wronged.
Of course, this is what accompanying a sick person looks like.
Was she supposed to dress up brightly every day, decked out in gold and silver jewelry, and apply a delicate Korean-style makeup?
Needless to say, she dared not voice these thoughts to the man consumed by rage.
She forced her eyes to redden, staring at him with tear-filled eyes.
She didn’t know how to appease his anger, so she could only try to soften his heart in this manner.
She knew that allowing her to stay in the hospital, to accompany Nie Yixiao through the most dangerous and difficult days, was already incredibly lenient of him.
Yet over these three days, he didn’t know how much anger he had been accumulating.
Her tearful eyes, however, could not quell his indignation at this moment.
Those eyes, brimming like an overflowing lake, had looked at Nie Yixiao the same way in the hospital room.
Remembering their embrace, her tears for him, his comforting her, Huo Zhenyang’s anger grew rather than diminished, as if countless insects crawled inside his heart.
It took immense effort to barely restrain his fury, and he gripped her hand, his voice cold, "Now that he’s awake, you can go back, right?"
His demeanor icy and imposing, could she say no at such a time?
It was then that he turned to his attendant and barked lowly, "Continue watching him!"
Next, he pulled Jiayi towards the hospital exit, opened the car door upon reaching it, and pushed her into the vehicle.
Immediately, the car sped off, leaving the hospital behind like a shooting star.
All the way, he drove with an icy expression.
Fearing that his foul mood would make driving dangerous, she didn’t dare to speak.
It wasn’t until they returned to the Huo Mansion at Disheng, the car gliding into the courtyard and screeching to a halt with a "screech," that she felt a sense of arrival.
The car door was forcefully yanked open, and she was grabbed and dragged toward the villa with great force.
At first, she didn’t think much of it, but as he pulled her to the second floor and her wrist began to ache from his grip, he still wouldn’t let go, and only then did she realize something was wrong.
"Husband, let go, you’re hurting me... ouch... it hurts..."
She became scared, held onto the handrail at the corner of the stairs with one hand, and refused to go any further.
He simply hoisted her up and, ignoring her struggles, headed towards the bedroom and then with a loud bang, kicked the door shut behind him!
Once inside, he rushed into the bathroom, tossed her in, and with a sweep of his hand began to peel off her clothes one by one. Taking the showerhead, he sprayed her entire body, not missing a single spot.
He didn’t want to smell even a trace of another man on her.
She was completely dazed by the force of the water, embarrassed and angered, she tried to get out of the bathtub, all soaked, "Huo Zhenyang, have you lost your mind! - I don’t want to bathe!... Alright, alright, let me do it myself!"
It wasn’t until she couldn’t match his strength that she became exhausted and was pushed down by him.
After bathing her, he dried her off with a towel and, too lazy to dress her, simply wrapped her in a large bath towel and carried her out of the bathroom.
All the while, he leaned down to bury his head in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.
There was no longer the smell of the hospital or of any other man.
A hint of contentment appeared on his lips, and his mood finally improved somewhat.
However, she was infuriated to the point of tears, feeling a burning pain where he had scrubbed her during the bath, kicking and hitting, she wanted to get down, "Is that enough? Can you put me down now! Let me go down—!"
"Put you down? And do what? Go to the hospital?"
His face, which had just improved slightly, darkened again in an instant. He freed a hand, loosened his collar, unfastened his belt, and tossed her onto the big bed.
She, of course, understood what he wanted to do.
Washed and smelling good, it was time to dig in.
He just couldn’t stand that she had taken care of Brother Yixiao for a few days!
He just had to regain the upper hand, didn’t he!?
This man’s possessiveness was simply maddening!
Was he an obsessive?
She suspected that the one in need of Dr. An’s psychological treatment wasn’t her, but him!
But before she could complain further, he was already on her, tearing off her bath towel!
With a knee up as a defense, he easily dodged and pressed down on her with his body, pinning her legs, rendering her immobile as the cold anger in his eyes intensified.
She saw the deep anger in his eyes.
But if he was unhappy, so was she!
Was she born to constantly bear the brunt of his rage?
Knowing she couldn’t avoid it, she clenched her teeth, "Use protection."
He cut off her fanciful idea without disguising his intention, "Not prepared."
She reached out and grabbed the bedside table drawer.
He grew suspicious, narrowed his eyes, and temporarily released his hold on her upper body.
Sitting up, she wrapped the bath towel around herself, rummaged through the drawer, and then fiercely threw a box on him.
Had she actually prepared it?
Huo Zhenyang’s face changed in an instant.
He forcefully turned her stubborn little face back toward him and pinned her down again, his dark eyes coldly fixed on her as he mocked,
"What’s the use of it this time? You might have gotten pregnant already."
He said this while provocatively glancing at her still-flat stomach.
Her heart wavered slightly at his words, and a flash of guilt crossed her eyes.
